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Originally posted on Just another millennial living with her parents: I’ll start by saying that the inspiration for writing this came to me when I read this article by The Atlantic, “When are you really an adult?” It’s on my mind a lot. After all, I live with my parents. Unfortunately, I think our culture gets it straight up wrong when it comes to women becoming adults. A gown up woman is what I need to be, or so I’ve heard. If I’m not actively dating anyone, it means I’ve eschewed marriage all together. I’m asexual. I would not be discussing this topic if people were not so damn presumptuous with me on the topic of getting married or having children. Maybe some sense in me a sign of struggle when they look at my tired eyes. The truth is, I am struggling. The difference between their perceptions and my own is that any time I’m “struggling,” it’s because I’m single. It’s like Sesame Street. S for struggle. S for single. They must go together,…

Originally posted on the hoe handbook: In the 9th grade I broke up with the only real boyfriend I’ve ever had, he was heartbroken. Until he fell in love with another girl and subsequently cut me out of his life. So then I was heartbroken, I spent the next year and a half seriously messed up because for the first time I was really hit with insecurity. His new girlfriend was everything I could never be and he loved her for that (while at the same time hating me on her behalf). That’s when it started I think, my irrational fear of being a second choice and my downward spiral into single misery. Let me explain further. Around the 11th grade I fell in love with my best friend. He was everything to me and I knew that I could see us fitting well together. But I spent the next two years denying to everyone that I had feelings for him, because I figured that if he had wanted to be with me he would’ve…

Originally posted on whatis20something: I’ve been sitting in my room on Pinterst for the past two hours. Perusing the common tags; ‘Women’s Fashion’, ‘Food’, and ‘DIY’. But my most recent search is what sparked this blog, “Single Girl”. Why do these two words mean so much to so many people? Why do these words have such a negative connotation? Why is being a “Single Girl” such an issue? The search produced an array of results. There was The Single Girl 30 Day Challenge, which entails putting yourself out there more and allowing your friends to set you up on blind dates. (Is that still a thing?) Then you may scroll and find The Single Girl’s Summer Bucket List, which has an icon photo of a guy and a girl pushing another girl, who looks like a third wheel, on a tire into a lake. (SO FUN). And, eventually you will come across what I was looking for The Single Girl’s Guide to Grocery Shopping. My issue with the search overall and even my eventual discovery of what…